I have been very lax with my blog lately but intend to reinvigorate. I shall start us off with a poem I feel applies to Warrior’s Way.

Lost at Sea

Lost at sea I prowl the deck

The front of my mind busy with the typical tasks at hand

Trimming the sheet, steadying the rudder

Aiming the bow toward the horizon as it rises and falls with the waves

But behind that, in the deeper, darker sea, I fear

I know the tasks I render are meaningless

Pointlessly paring the sail to move quickly towards an unknown direction

Why do I feel as if my aim will be true when I can’t even see the target?

Hope

I have to believe that, with no indication as to the direction I need to go

I’ll pick the one of sixteen that brings me home

Why move if it is hopeless?

I move because it means I have a choice

I am choosing my fate not resigning myself to it

I choose to move, I choose to hope I choose to believe

Move

Choose a direction and move

Move

 

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